A Heroines Honor

Chapter 3

Biggest Dreamer

Takato sat on his bed, just thinking. He had really overdone his picture, the rookie was more of Agumon on steroids with enough weaponry to put even MegaGargomon and MetalGarurumon to shame. Takato knew that it would never work, the digimon would've been way too top heavy, and couldn't move... even if he could create another digimon, which he pretty sure he couldn't.

Still, the idea had sparked something within Takato. What if he could make another Digimon? It was probably impossible, he'd need another Blue Card, some luck and a couple of digignomes as well. He could probably get a hold of one of them. And yet, the stats he written down for the created digimon weren't for the ugly monstrosity that was on the final copy, but the protype.

It was a digimon in the same shape as Guilmon, but slightly smaller. Instead of being a Dragon styled digimon, he was more like a beast, with purple hair covering his body. His arms were smaller and the tail was almost identical to Renamon's. The ears were similar to Renamon's too, but in the same spot as they would be on Guilmon. To top it off their was a triangle gem put into the Digimons forehead. Takato wasn't sure why, but that had been something that seemed... right to him.

Takato looked at his creation again, a different mix between Guilmon and Renamon. He smiled at it, before flipping back to the creature the Yakuza wanted. He pushed himself up and set the notebook and pencils on the ground. His thoughts started to drift to Jeri, how she was doing. If the amnesia dust worked, what

Pain ripped through the back of Takato's skull as he cried out in anguish, his body collapsed onto the bed.

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Three Days Earlier

Takato hung up the phone.

"Well, what did she say?" Jeri asked in her usual cheerful way.

"Well..." Takato said, thinking of how to put it... in any other way but how Rika said it, but his imagination kept turning back to it.

"I think that I prefer to keep my innards instead of having Guilmon strangled with them or ending up in Terriermons next meal, or"

"Ewww!" Jeri squealed, "I get the point Takato!"

Takato turned red in the face, "Oh I'm sorry Jeri. I... it's just... my imagination starts to run and it never stops." he told her.

Jeri side hugged him, Guilmon following closely behind as they walked to the Card Shop. "Well if it didn't, we wouldn't exactly have Guilmon around, now would we?" she asked cheerfully.

"Yeah, Takatomon would have to do all the chores by himself and he couldn't tell me secrets like how he walked in on Terriermon and Lopmons date or how he once thought Renamon looked pretty or how"

"Guilmon!"Takato blurted out frantically slipping around his digimon's body and clamping Guilmon's mouth shut.

"Mhmmmm, mmmm!" Guilmon growled as he swung his muzzle trying to get Takato let go.

Jeri laughed as Takato hung on frantically, not daring to lose an ounce of strength lest he fall off Guilmons back and all of his secrets be let out.

"MMMM!" Guilmon yelled playfully, standing at his full height and stretching. Takato, refusing to let go was lifted into the air.


"Jeri, help!"

Jeri was conveniently laughing too hard as Takato was being thrown around by his Digimon. Guilmon brought his head back and lauched Takato over his head. The force made Takato let go as he hit the ground on the front side of Guilmon and stumbled into Jeri, who stabilized him as he slammed into the concrete.

"Thanks." Takato told his friend, before looking over at Guilmon. The red digimon grinned sheepishly.

Jeri smiled at the two, "Come on, let's go." She told them. Takato walked silently,glad beyond all comprehension that Guilmon didn't mention last Wednesday. He knew it was the real reason why Rika wasn't coming with them, and he didn't want Jeri to feel like it was her fault, cause it was actually his.

The three of them visited the Card Shop and looked around at the new cards. In the end, Takato bought a single booster and Jeri bought another starter deck with the new series in it and Guilmon got hungry.

Takato sighed as Jeri laughed and Guilmon cocked his head curiously at the couple. Jeri proceeded to invite them over to her place, promising Guilmon lots of yummy treats. Even if Takato hadn't meant to walk her home, he wouldn't have had a choice at Guilmon's overly joyful plea to go and see these "yummy treats".

The three walked, examining the new cards. Takato's pack didn't hold anything to interesting in it. A couple of Rookies, a Digi-Tamamon. One interesting card was his own personal Guilmon card. Jeri laughed as she saw it, it having Guilmon looking very vicious and eyes full of bloodlust. She complained how that the card didn't match him at all. Takato's comment.

"Actually, it's really quite accurate. You've never seen him when a Wild Digimon stood between him and some loaves of Guilmon bread. Even Renamon was surprised by his viscousness." Takato laughed remembering it. "I swear even as Megidramon I've never seen him so vicious, all for just some Guilbread too." Takato looked over to Jeri and instantly regretted saying that.

The Brown haired girls eyes turned downcast as she remembered the incident that started it all. Her thoughts immediatley went to Leomon from there. Tears started to form in her eyes.

"Oh Jeri, I'm sorry." Takato said quietly, "I.. I didn't think."

Jeri just shook her head, "No, It's alright." she said hiccuping in her tears, "He wouldn't want me to dwell on him like this..." Takato was about to hold her when Rika's biting words from last Wednesday hit him.

'Let her grow up Takato. If your always there to catch her, she won't learn how to pick herself up and move on.'

Luckily, Guilmon popped in and rubbed his head along her neck in a very pet like way. "Don't cry Jeri. It's going to be alright." Jeri jumped, but one look at Guilmon's child-like face and aura comforting her instantly.

She patted his head, "Thanks, Guilmon."


The three continued to walk home, but their was a peaceful quiet surrounding them, each lost int their own thoughts, Takato in his imagination, Jeri in her mind and Guilmon drifting to whatever was the shiniest thing he saw at the moment, unless the was a smell of food in the vicinity, which become his core topic of thought.

They finally arrived at Jeri's house and walked into the quiet home. Then all hell broke loose.

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The Chinese man, watched as the mercenary reloaded his weapon and put it back in its holster. He picked up the machine gun and reloaded it as well. The merc stepped back a few steps. "So, tell me, exactly how much regenerative ability does this dragon have?" he questioned to the cameras, "Because I would love to have one as a pet."

The Chinese turned to Youzan in the watch room, "Well?"

Youzan stayed quiet for a few moments, before turning off the mike.

When nothing came, the Merc smirked, "That's what I thought." He proceeded to move towards the Doorway.

Youzan glanced to Metsuo. "That Digimon has shown to get back up from a direct grenade blast. As for an attack to the back of the skull. It has no more affect to a digimon then eight bullets to the stomach."

Metsuo smiled, "Watch, for the show has just begun. You are about to see what a Digimon in full fighting combat mode can do."

A small resonating sound echoed in the training room. Then three more.

The merc looked curious to the sound before looking in the direction of Guilmon. The Red Dragon stood, all eight bullets that had been lodged in the back of his head didn't even leave a mark "Oh, S***" he swore.

"Curious." Youzan muttered, "There must be more data in that area, the damage seems a bit more extensive then usual. Required more energy to heal it."

"It makes sense." Metsuo informed him, "The most complex physical part of the little guy is his Fire Glands, which are located at the back of the neck. Looking by the energy readings required to heal from that, he'll be starving later, and I'd be surprised if the Tamer wasn't knocked out as well."

"Fire glands?" The Chinese man spoke, "Interesting."

Guilmon spun around to face the merc, but he was far different then the playful little creature the merc had fought a moment ago. His eyes were a deadly red, his scales hardened, his stance staggered, his breath a deadly whisper.

It take but three steps before it's whole body became a blur. "Come and get it you littlle bastard!" The merc screamed, as he dropped low throwing his knee into the air in front of him. He timed it well as it caught Guilmon in the jaw launching him upward. The man screamed another warcry as his he riddled the Dragons body with bullets from his weapon. The weapon merely bounced right off the Young digimons hardened scales.

Guilmon felt every bullet strike his body, but that was of no concern now. Their were only two messages that were going through his brain. The first one was that, somehow, Takato was actually inside him, and the second was that if Takato was inside him, this man was firing at Takato.

The instincts built within every Tamed or Chosen Digimon rose to the top. The number one priority of any Tamed digimon was to keep their Tamer safe at all costs.

Guilmon felt a strange feeling in his throat. Strange, but one he had time and time again. The Glands in his throat sparked, lighting a ball of oxygen that had gathered. "PYRO SPHERE!" The force of the attack sent him flying backwards as the mass slammed into the merc.

All that was left was the charred remains of his knees and lower. Everything else of the man had been completely incinerated.

The Chinese man was left speechless. "And this is his weakest form?" he asked Youzan.

Youzan smiled, "Yes. As his Champion Growlmon in his enraged mode, fifty-caliber bullets were bouncing off his skin."

The Chinese man surprise grew even more. "Get me all of them. Immediately."

Metsuo smiled, "Why, Of course, we're working on it as we speak."

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Takato woke up on his bed confused. He groaned in pain, What just happened? What was that, that man... that attack.

Takato got up and walked over to the sink and splashed his face. He rubbed the back of his neck, it being exceedingly sore. Was I, no... everything was Red... how there's no way that should have been possible. Nothing like that's ever happened before... has it? Renamon and Rika can talk to each other in their minds, but no... this... this was different.

Was it a dream? Rika's always called me the Biggest Dreamer she knew, so could that have been it. No, this was different and yet the same, I was their and I wasn't.

I was Guilmon.

What just happened?

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Jeri sat in her cell, thinking. She seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. Thoughts concerning her dad and her mom. She had never been on good terms with her dad. He always seemed to be gone when she was little, yet he would always come back to her and her mom. Then, her mom died. Her dad retreated to himself for a short while, before coming to rely on her.

She and her dad bonded well in that time, the loss of her mother bringing them together. Then, he met her Step-mom. Jeri felt as if he betrayed her, this women became more important then her, all those special times she held with her dad so close at heart were being stolen by this women. It came to the point were she cut off her family.

She remembered when Takato first mentioned Guilmon to Kenta and Kazu. Before her step-mom, she would have dismissed in earnest, but afterwards... that sockpuppet was her life support, the thing that took place of her Dad, who was seemingly shunning her for her step-mom. It helped, it healed the wound, but it was not enough.

She had seen the Digimon show, seen the joy the Chosen had with their own digimon in the show. She often compared herself to T.K and Matt, and their situation. She admired Sora beyond any others, for the fact that she was able to make up to her mom, and that they became so happy. She wanted that same joy with her father, the joy that she once had.

That's why, when Takato mentioned Guilmon, she was so happy. She could have a digimon, and perhaps it could patch the relationship with her father. That's why, she couldn't be content with just knowing that Guilmon existed. She needed more then just that knowledge, she needed a Digimon. Only then could her relationship really work out with her father. She tried frantically to get one, trying and forcing Calumon to be hers, and then when Leomon showed up, trying to use Takato's Digivice.

She had been so desperate and stupid at that point. Still, she moved on, and Leomon really did become her partner. Never had her joy been more full.

Then their was that night, the night before they left, when she introduced Leomon to her father. Her dad took it surprisingly well, and they all talked and got along very well. Her Step-mom had taken her step-brother to a movie that night, so just the three of them got to talked.

Everything she had ever imagined happened on the night. She and her dad improved their relationship, Leomon and her dad got along well, she got to spend some quality time together. Then the conversation moved to her Step-mom. Her dad knew she hated her, knew that she didn't agree with his decision to marry her, but asked her to try, to try and love her as if she were her biological mother.

She agreed and time passed as they went to the Digital World, she kept thinking on it, feeling more and more inadequate as she couldn't seem to let go of some part of hatred for her Step-mother, she tore herself up about, but refused to show it.

Then Leomon died, and Guilmon became that... thing. It tore her apart, more then anything, more then even her mothers death. Every wound that she had healed, every scar that was closed, everything she had done to get rid of the past, came undone in that moment. It was all of this pain that the D-Reaper fed off of. All of the Emotional Energy that came off of her in wave after wave.

It took so much out of her, that she thought she would be better off dead. The sockpuppet came back, in same vain attempt to try and heal all of those wounds, but it did nothing but feed the bitter sorrow that came off of her.

Jeri jumped as she came out of her thoughts through the opening of the door. It was her father. He walked in briskly, "Come on!" he commanded her. "Get up!"

Jeri leaped onto her feet, even though he had kidnapped her and Takato and Guilmon, he was still her father, and he still held a command over her. She loved him, this incident did nothing more then to confirm that love, that he would do anything to protect and care for her, she knew her logic was twisted and warped, but she had no room in her heart for hate. She had given it all to the D-Reaper. "What's going on."

Her father grabbed her by the wrist, "No time!" he told quickly.

Jeri gasped as a their was a quiet jab, and her father fell to the floor unconscious. "DAD!" Jeri yelped in surprise.

Renamon caught Mr. Katou's body and set it on the floor gracefully.

"Renamon?" Jeri said in amazement.

"Come on. We have to go. They knew we're here." The fox Digimon told her.